…And it snaps
The noose around my neck,
Twined of realization and ruin
Reverts my mind to reality,
This mundane existence
Thrust upon a bleak gray mean,
Never to transgress again!
I have stolen breath
Suffered through pyres of decay
Torment and grief lay within my reach
Mistakenly we went as heroes
Returned to utter disdain
From those vital to our cause
So formed a band of brothers scorned
They too will grow to hate
My constant need to know why
Why?
Seattle’s Laden captures the storm and stress of the greatest, grimmest post-metal, crafting songs from 20-megaton riffs. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 29, 2022